Okay here it is my 4th story. I've never done a multi-part story before. So I'll see how this one goes. If I get some reviews and people want me to, I finish the 2nd chapter and post it. Alright, I'm sure you already know this is a Raven/Robin piece. One of my two favorite couples. (I also like Starfire/Robin. Yeah, I know it doesn't make any sense.) Takes place after the whole birthmark storyline.
Disclaimer: Yeah don't own it. wish I did. but I don't.
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His lips looked so very soft. They were a light apricot color. She wondered, with a fleeting smile, if perhaps that's what they tasted like as well. The muscle in his upper right arm twitched involuntarily as he stretched with a wide yawn. Quickly she looked away as he approached them. Her eyes began drifting, against her will, back toward his lanky figure as he sat down across the table from her. From her vantage point she could see the tightly chorded muscles as they shifted under the small muscle shirt he had worn to bed.
She still remembered the feeling of his arms around her. Even the smallest detail was carefully filed away in her mind. His smell at that exact moment. A strange mixture of hair gel, soap, and sweat. Which much to her surprise she didn't find offensive at all. Quite the opposite actually. She enjoyed the smell, which somehow her mind associated with certain measure of masculinity. She remembered how warm his body felt against hers and she wondered what made his body feel so much warmer than anyone else's. His arms were strong and solid, yet paradoxically, soft and smooth against her. A part of her wished she could have stayed in his arms forever. There, feeling his heartbeat mixing with her own, she felt a peace and happiness she didn't think she could feel. It was like all of the pain and sadness didn't hurt anymore. Like it wasn't even there. She so desperately wanted that feeling again.
She silently cursed that she was sitting so far away from him. He rose slightly from his seat as he reached forward grasping the syrup in the middle of the table. His small shirt traveled upward as he did so. Displaying his well toned abs and the top of his loose sweatpants which dipped dangerously low. She smiled nearly out of instinct. She dropped her face down, giving her pancakes untold amounts of attention as she felt the heat building in her cheeks. Perhaps sitting across from him did have it's advantages. She suppressed yet another smile as she laughed silently to herself. Atleast sitting across from him allowed her to watch him without drawing any attention to herself.
"Raven?" The voice was crisp and commanding, drawing her back to her senses.
"Huh?" Wonderful. That sounded intelligent, she chastised herself. Her wide eyes grew even wider as they focused on Robin's face directly in front of her own. He was leaning across the table, peering down at her. She could feel her cheeks heating up all over again.
"You all right?" Robin questioned. "You look a little flushed. Are you sick?" He narrowed his eyes studying her face as he questioned her. She was sure her cheeks must be nearly on fire as she felt her hands growing clammy.
Failing to get an answer, Robin reached out his hand with a glare. Intent on checking her temperature.
Raven watched as Robin's hand stretched forward. Almost in slow motion it seemed. She didn't realize she held her breath as Robin's hand came within mere millimeters. "No!" she suddenly gasped. "I'm fine." She blurted out as she pulled back sitting straight in her chair.
Robin gazed at Raven in stunned silence. Then again the entire table eyed her anxiously. It was very unusual for the young half demon to show such strange behavior. "I'm fine." Raven repeated. Though this time her voice was barely a whisper, almost as if she was reassuring only herself, as she looked away from prying faces down to the table top. It was pointless though, she could still feel their stares boring into her. She silently prayed to a god she didn't believe in that they all would just go back to eating their breakfasts.
Slowly but surely, the eyes of the group did shift their attention. Resting on the young man that served as the groups patriarch. Such strange behavior would surely not go unresponded to by the take-charge leader. So they watched with eager anticapaition for his move.
Robin's face had set itself into a confused glare at this point. "Come here." Said Robin as he held out his hand in a sign of friendly request, but it was clear by his voice there was really no request, only a firm command. With mouths full of half chewed breakfast the group turned it's attention back to the challenger. It wasn't every day they saw such a fight. A battle of will against their two most willful members. It was sure to be amusing breakfast. They pondered what Raven's sharp tongue might find to use as a retort.
Raven stared sharply into the young man's glare. Hauntingly ice blue eyes meet her own lavender ones, unblinking. She sank down into those eyes for a moment. When she resurfaced she was surprised to find she was unable to hold her glare against them. Clenching her jaw she looked back down toward the table. If the group was confused by her previous behavior they were now in all out shock. Raven didn't have a nasty reply? It seemed beyond possibility. They quickly recovered though, ready to see the boy wonder apply the finishing blow. Robin, it appeared, would continue unchallenged as the alpha wolf.
Robin watched as the top of Raven's head came back into view as her face slowly went parallel with the table once again. Robin's firm glare held for only a second more. He let out a sad sigh, as his features melted down to a lonely frown. Before he had realized it he too was staring down at his plate.
The group was in complete disarray. Robin had conceded? That could never happen. The boy would die before he surrendered. This was far from the battle they had expected. Had the world truly gone insane this morning? Starfire and Cyborg sat in near comatose states, unaware of the pancakes tumbling slowly and rather disgustingly from their open mouths. Beastboy mean while was in serious risk of drowning. He had fallen to the table, his face submerged in his sugary cereal with soy milk, completely overwhelmed by what had just happened.
Robin turned and began to circumvent the table. Walking slowly but unmistakably toward Raven. Now, for the first time that day it was Raven's turn to look shocked. Robin advanced, his steps even and measured, until at last he stood before Raven. She continued to sit looking to the table. She felt so strange. So unsure of herself. She closed her eyes to calm herself before she lost control of her power. It must have been mere seconds but to her it seemed like hours as Robin stood staring down at her, waiting. She opened her eyes slowly. Her head began to turn small millimeter by millimeter toward his waiting form. Her eyes hesitantly followed. Afraid the blush in her cheeks showed she acknowledged his presence as she looked up into his face. As soon as she had he leaned forward bringing his face in front of her own.
Oh god! What was he doing? His head moved even closer now. He wouldn't kiss her, would he? He didn't know she liked him. He couldn't know. His face advanced like in slow motion in her mind. What was he thinking? Everyone was here. Starfire was here. Her mind screamed at her. How could he? Not here Robin. She pursed her lips. Her eyes slid down to mere slits. Robin brushed her hair out of the way as he pressed his forehead against hers.
"You don't seem to have a fever. You're not keeping things from us again are you?" Robin gave her a playfully accusing look. Hoping to reassure her that he was only worried. That they were all worried.
She didn't get the message.
She sat, her lips still pursed, staring up as Robin pulled away. Idiot! Quickly she forced her lips into a frown. She stole a quick glance around the table hoping none of the others had seen. She could feel her eyes burning. So desperately wanting to cry. She choked them back as her eyes found Robin once again. Her stare bore into him, but he only blinked. Raven took a deep quite breath. She closed her eyes and tried to keep her power in check. When she reopened them she was staring at something that seemed just beyond Robin's shoulder.
"I told you, I'm fine." Raven said evenly as she willed her voice not to break. She sank down through her chair and disappeared through the floor. The black vortex closing behind her.
The group seemed unsure of exactly what had happened, much less how to precede. Though often they had found from vast amounts of experience it was best to leave the young witch alone. She seemed to best handle her problems that way, despite their good intentions.
Robin continued to stare at the place on the floor in which she had vanished. His mask slipped for a moment and one could clearly see the pain in his face, as he quietly whispered, "Raven..."
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Well I hope you liked it and will be kind enough to review. Oh, and before anybody says anything, 'His mask slipped for moment...' I didn't mean his literal mask. I meant it only as a metaphor. Sorry, confusing I know, I just didn't know how else to word it.
"First you blast me,
then you kiss me,
and you never told me they had a particle weapon!"
-Robin Best line ever.
"Lord help me, I'm just not that bright"
-Homer J. Simpson